I just found this and wanted to share it somewhere, and since this is the only internet outlet I have left... well. Here. Right now I am digesting the biggest veggie burrito on the face of ever, with my beautiful friend/fellow traveler who I haven't seen in two years! We're giving into the itis for a bit while we wait for three other lovely ladies to drive in, and then tomorrow yet another friend arrives. It's cozy in my (clean!! so clean) apartment right now, even though my roommates and I refuse to turn the heat on until February/our extremities turn black and fall off, and I'm looking forward to spending the next few days catching up with friends I haven't been geographically close to in far too long, filling up on good food and cheap wine and love. I love run-on sentences. LOVE them. Inspired by the link I just shared, I might also [re?]start a conversation of the romantic variety. So that's what's happening this very minute, I bet you were wondering. There's so much going on and I think of fifty different things to write about every day, I just don't have the time. I'll try harder, maybe. Oh and my school won the Glee contest. They couldn't have done it without us, blogger. Now to test the quality of my 99-cent store bottle opener... RIP mustache.

October, are you  not getting enough attention at home?

As you were, Autumn.

This whole posting every day thing is a mean trick I am playing. Don't let those walls down just yet, devoted readers, because I will leave you emotionally devastated and gasping for metaphorical breath. It's not you, it's me. And you, a little.

Anyway, this isn't a real post at all, only a shameless plug for my school. (I don't have a real Facebook, so enjoy the spam, Blogger!) I have never seen an episode of Glee and probably never will (for a plethora of reasons, one of which being that if I am going to endure young people being all shiny-faced and covering songs then that young person is going to be me and I am going to endure it via my bedroom/bathroom mirror) BUT they are giving a million dollars to fund school music programs. The music teacher at my school worked really hard to make this video, and I only wish I'd had time to submit all the footage I have of kids being completely amazing and legitimately talented dancers/performers. I'm dying to share some right now but I can't post media of the young 'uns! You'll just have to take my word for it. I promise you there is something in the water in Hunt's Point, because these kids are incredible. And they have literally nothing. So come on, you have two clicks in you. I know you can do it. I believe in you, too.

Vote! (You can vote once a day every day until November 7th. So do it. I'm watching you.)

I got to sleep until six this morning!
And then I got to plant trees all day! In Flushing, where Fran lived!
And then I got home before dark*!

So I ended my day smelling like sweat and dirt,
you know, the same way I smell at the end of a school day.
I love my whole entire life.
I miss my kids though, and I am quite sure they wished they were at school with me yesterday
instead of having a day off.
That's Columbus for you, ruining everyone's lives.

*Lie. A dirty, stinking lie.

Oh so, you may have noticed that there are about three years' worth of posts missing.
Good job at noticing things, is all I have to say about that.

Brooklyn

 

to the South Bronx.

Errday, errday, errday.

Once upon a time, there lived a brave young pilot. This pilot flew all over the world to interesting lands, meeting interesting people. One night, as the pilot was flying high above the Sahara Desert, the engine of her plane suddenly stalled. Amazingly, she was able to eject from the plane and parachute to the ground.

As the pilot awoke the next day, she tried to remember what had happened the night before. As she regained her bearings, it dawned on her that she had no idea where she was, no idea where the closest village or human habitation was located. She could be hundreds of miles from the nearest desert village or it could be just around the nearest hill. She fought off the despair and gloom and tried to summon her usual resolve and courage. She knew one thing for certain: she had to get going in some direction, any direction. If she just stayed, she would surely die.

And so she started. Mile after mile. The brilliant desert sun was glaring down on her and reflecting off the searing sand. And she continued on.

Eventually, the sun went down and she continued to walk through the night. She went as far as she could before resting. Soon, she woke to the morning sun once again. Her throat was parched. Her skin was dry and burnt. But she continued on. No food or drink. No water in sight. By noon she could continue no longer and collapsed. But no sooner had she fallen to the ground than a vision appeared before her.

At first she thought she was just delirious. But the image was so clear, so vivid, so real. And as it became clearer she realized it was a genie. And the genie spoke.

“I will only say this once. Do not despair. Do not give up hope. Just listen and do as I say and you will survive. In the end, you will be both happy and sad. But first, reach down and pick up some sand. Heed my words and continue on.”

The genie disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. It must have been a mirage, thought the pilot. But it seemed so real. So vivid. And although the genie had spoken only briefly, the pilot remembered every word. It brought her a new sense of energy and hope. She reached down and picked up a handful of sand and continued on. Mile after mile. The hot desert sun was ablaze in the sky. The heavy dry wind ripped over the land. She continued on. And when she once again reached the point where she could go no more, at the top of a dune, she fell and tumbled down the other side.

Lo and behold, she stumbled upon a village in an oasis. Upon seeing the condition of this unusual stranger emerging out of the desert, the natives came out to help her. They gave her water and rest and food. She had made it. She had survived. Now that she was replenished, her thoughts drifted back to the mysterious vision from the night before. Was it real? She reached into her pocket to pull out the sand. To her great surprise the sand had turned to diamonds. As she thought back to the words of the genie, a smile crossed her face.

“In the end you will be both happy and sad.”

Yes, she was happy. She had survived. And she had a handful of diamonds. Yet she was sad, because she had not picked up more sand.

I've been really bad about updating the ol' archives lately. My journal thinks its job is to remember ideas for lesson plans and my poor neglected camera is just aching for my touch. So for the sake of Future Lindsay, who will be sad if there aren't any sandy pictures in her pockets, I have to make time to record at least some things using some kind of medium. I did okay for the past two days, look,see?:

Molly's Lindsay's Cupcakes:

The ONE day I leave my bell jars and black linens at home. Figures.